Not he that flies the court for want of clothes, At hunting rails, having no gift in oaths, Cries out 'gainst cocking, since he cannot bet, Shuns prease, for two main causes, pox, and debt, With me can merit more, than that good man, Whose dice not doing well, to a pulpit ran. No, Shelton, give me thee, canst want all these, But dost it out of judgement, not disease; Dar'st breathe in any air; and with safe skill, Till thou canst find the best, choose the least ill. That to the vulgar canst thyself apply, Treading a better path, not contrary; And, in their errors' maze, thine own way know: Which is to live to conscience, not to show. He, that, but living half his age, dies such; Makes the whole longer, than 'twas given him, much. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GENERAL by SIEGFRIED SASSOON THE YOUTH WITH RED-GOLD HAIR by EDITH SITWELL PEG OF LIMAVADDY by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY A BLACKBIRD SUDDENLY by JOSEPH AUSLANDER LILIES: 19. 'WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WAS 'FAR AWAY,' I WAS DREAMING by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |